"Xiao Mian, what are you thinking about?" Zhen Shu and An Xiaomian walked across the lawn. After a while, Zhen Shu noticed An Xiaomian was particularly distracted and gently called out to her.
An Xiaomian snapped back to reality at the sound.
Then, she quickly smiled at Zhen Shu and said, "It's nothing. I was just thinking that if these flowers can bloom next year, they'll definitely look gorgeous."
"Yes, they'll surely bloom next year. By then, this place will be like a garden." Zhen Shu smiled contentedly, "Xiao Mian, if these flowers bloom and you and Ah Xiu hold your wedding here, it will definitely be wonderful."
A wedding with Shangguan Xiu?
An Xiaomian began to daydream again because of these words.
On the surface, she dared not show any expression, but inside, she could clearly feel as if there was a knife, slowly slicing her heart.
She might not have the chance to marry Shangguan Xiu.
